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Super Papa

It's funny how my 2 year old granddaughter thinks her Papa is the answer to everything in life.

Every time the computer messes up she yells, "Call Papa." I couldn't find the pasta... call Papa. The call Papa list goes on and on... in her eyes he can do everything.

I have always envied my friends that have been blessed with the privilege of having their grandparents in their life. I love hearing the fun stories and their silly family songs. In fact, my husband has passed on his family Nimmy Nommy song to our children and grandchildren - it has brought smiles and laughter to each of them. I'm pretty sure 'Nimmy Nommy' will be around our family for generations to come... I love knowing that.

I believe that the relationship between a grandchild and grandparents is one of life's free small treasures - leaving everlasting memories in their hearts.                                                                                          


Grandparents want to share their legacy with their grandchildren and enrich their growing up experience. Thankfully my grandchildren have been blessed with having their grandparents in their lives. If I can add some memories in their heart to carry on...I don't feel as cheated in missing out on the experience with my grandparents.





There's nothing like having a grandchild to restore faith to heredity. ~Doug Larsen
Grandparents are a family's greatest treasure, the founders of a loving legacy, The greatest storytellers, the keepers of traditions that linger on in cherished memory. Grandparents are the family's strong foundation. Their very special love sets them apart. Through happiness and sorrow, through their special love and caring, grandparents keep a family close at heart. ~author unknown
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